[He wants to protest - this is something he does for her - but he can't find the energy, and it's...soothing. His own hand gently reaches for hers, wanting to hold her hand.]

...I'm...glad that I...didn't die. I...I wouldn't...want to leave you...Illya.

[He squeezes her hand, smiling softly.]

...Older siblings...come first because they...are the ones who protect those who come...after. I know...you're older than me, but...you're like...my sisters to me. You're precious...Illya.